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    Let's Call It Love
    Let's Call It Love
    Let's Call It Love
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    Let's Call It Love

    By Kristine Cuevas

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    It might have been a bad day for Bobbie as her coach tells her that she's not needed in their team anymore. But three words from a bench somehow makes it lighter. Maybe it’s not much but it’s enough to let her know that she’s not the only one going through a hard time.

    Lacey knows his girlfriend is cheating on him. But knowing that she’s going behind his back with his best pal is another thing. While he endures the feeling of losing two important people in his life, he sees a sharpie and lets out his emotion on a bench.

    One bench. One conversation. Two people on both end. Can their sharpies bring them together?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKristine Cuevas
    Release dateOct 20, 2016
    ISBN9781370201570
    Let's Call It Love
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    Kristine Cuevas

    Kristine Cuevas is a dreamer and a travel enthusiast. She loves Taylor Swift, traveling and taking random pictures. She’s not a caffeine addict but the smell of coffee attracts her very much. She dreams of becoming a traditionally published author and a professional travel blogger.

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      Book preview

      Let's Call It Love - Kristine Cuevas

      Let’s

      Call

      it

      Love

      Kristine Cuevas

      Let’s call it love is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales are purely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2016 Kristine Cuevas

      Smashwords Edition

      Cover Illustration by: Kristelle Anne Cuevas

      Cover Design & Layout by: Kristine Cuevas

      All rights reserved.

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or if it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard

      work of this author.

      Table of Contents:

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Acknowledgment

      About the Author

      "Can we meet?"

      "Probably. When?"

      "I don’t know. You tell me when."

      "The bench, at the park. Tomorrow. 4 pm."

      "Alright. I’ll wear something blue."

      "I’ll be the one with a broken heart."

      Chapter One

      I clenched my fist. I wanted to ask more questions but my voice had left me. I had no words to utter. I could only talk with my eyes as the angry tears rolled down my cheeks. Why now?

      It’s almost the competition. Coach seemed to notice that I wasn’t capable of bringing the team to championship. I gave my everything for the team and this was all I could get after being with them for one and a half year.

      I still don’t understand, I finally got to say. I looked up at coach Hans. Why now? Can’t you remove me in the team after the competition?

      He sighed. He seemed all worked up already. Bobbie, it’s not like I’m removing you just because I want to. It’s a decision made. Yes, the competition is coming and what can you do for the team? As I review your record, you haven’t contributed anything, he said.

      It ached my heart to hear those words from him. He knew me ever since. He watched me from every trainings. When I thought I got the chance to be part of the main players, I’d make sure that the team wouldn’t lose any competition. But ever since I got to the team, I was always part of the bench players, waiting for the main to get tired and ask for replacement. That’s the only time then I’d be able to play.

      You didn’t give me the chance, I mumbled all to myself. Or maybe I wanted him to hear me.

      Bobbie—

      I stood up harshly, staring deep in his brown, dull eyes. Whatever. All you cared about are your main players anyway. We, bench players, are worthless to you unless one of the mains is injured, I snapped. I was mad and I couldn’t control my anger anymore. I was expecting to get home to tell my parents that I made it to the playing team, finally, but all was lost after what he said to me.

      I didn’t wait for his response. I immediately went out of his office, dragging my backpack behind me. My tears kept on falling and I vehemently wiped them away. They were there for the wrong reason. I didn’t want to cry because I got lost in the game.

      Bob—

      Get lost! I shouted to Amanda, our spiker.

      I continued walking out of the school. There was only one place I could relax. It’s where I usually go to after school. This time it was different. I was going there because I couldn’t talk to anyone about my petty problem.

      I was kicked out of the team.

      As the thought sank in my head, I felt my chest constricted in pain even more. This was not the day I was expecting to happen.

      There weren’t so many people at the park. Maybe it’s because only few people go there. I sat on my usual bench, dropped my bag on the side and cried. Because that’s all I could do—cry. I let the tears to roll down my cheeks and told myself internally that this should be the last time I would cry because of rejection. Never again would this happen.

      My hand was on both of my sides. Across my right hand, I saw letters written on the browny surface of the bench. I wiped my eyes with the bank of my hand and squinted at the words.

      I’m so sad.

      After reading those three words, it made me cry again but I felt lightheaded. I wasn’t the only one who’s experiencing a bad situation at the moment. I picked my bag and got my sharpie. I wrote, Me, too.

      I threw my bag behind my back and walked my way home. I could use some hugs right now. Maybe volleyball wasn’t really for me. I should think of other curricular activity. Maybe I could join the chess club? Or what about the choir? Many had mentioned that I could sing.

      But as I made my step further away from the park, I cried once more. It’s one thing being kicked out of the team. It’s another when no one even knew the pain you’re feeling inside.

      * * *

      Papa was at

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